MAKR IZ S0000SICK

I see what I make,
I throw it up,
My art is soul sick,
My vision is ill,
My sounds are Diverse,
At least thats how I'm heard,
I'm kept by an obsession,
That causes my creations
To disperse

Its been a long time
And more time to come further
Everyday is trying not to throw a fit
Drink up the liquour first
Just solved my problematic thirst
With Hard A chugging ales yo
Love went away
Ringing my feeln
Drinkn to feel sane
And yes i do
I laugh and giggle
Smile and chat about the moments

Lost a whole lot
Interest of a matter a fact

Ready to check out

Not a whole lot matters anymore

Shout out homies
Nigga write a poem
Hatred to love is just a goal
Achievements what we know
And hate this
Im gonna fill my life with gold
Shine up ill fly high
Cuz all this medicine
Got me catching colds
Pretty damn sick
My mentality swings
Like a punch to the face
Fuck ya head up

Milfs love me

Sometimes i give up

Its a disease

I want to love you the right way

Feel so empty
Nothing

Fuck this life

Dont give a shit
So fuck it
Kill me
Murder me
Fuck what i have
Im done wit it

Im ready to call it quits

Man i got no more feeln

The worlds all made up
Its fake why cant i just wake up